My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 424:

The man’s eyes shamelessly trailed over her body, lingering on her cleavage. He smirked, his expression turning predatory.

“A hundred thousand,” he said with a chuckle, his voice thick with suggestion. “And spend the night with me.”

The man’s already narrow eyes compressed into razor-thin slits as he laughed—a sound so repulsive it triggered an instinctive wave of revulsion. Even if Yara had fallen to desperate measures, she would never lower herself to associate with someone so grotesque.

“What gives you the right to even suggest it to me?” Yara spat venomously.

Earlier that day, she had tracked Kristopher and Carrie to the company, her curiosity burning with a desire to understand their movements. Instead of encountering her intended targets, she found herself face-to-face with this repugnant stranger in the underground parking garage.

head, forcing her to team up against Carrie. She loathed Nate with every

in disgrace, cast out by the Norris family and scorned by society,

simple: use Nate to destroy Carrie and then serve Nate up to the authorities on a silver platter. But plans often go awry, and before she could even meet with Nate, the news reached

before her sneered, his words dripping with mockery. “You still think you’re some big-shot heiress, don’t you? At its best, the Campbell family was nothing more than a flash in the pan. Nouveau riche, the laughingstock of Orkset. Now that your parents have sold the company for peanuts, you’ll be

a hundred thousand now, but mark my words, there’ll come a

deliberate once-over, his expression curling with disdain. “And to think you share the same blood as Carrie. She’s a

she lashed out, “Carrie? A goddess? Have you looked in the mirror lately? You’ve got a face only a mother could tolerate—and even she’d hesitate! You’re the spitting image

deep within her came roaring to the surface. Why was Carrie always the

of it slashing across the man’s face. A thin line